This is a song about "Green eyed faby"

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Or chilling enjoying the green highlands

So i gotta spit to this

That the green is his motive

It's roc nation, this my team

Because i smoke on the green

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

Or medicine in a green bottle

You aint wantin the green,

Man this life is but a dream

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

A disease, involves me hittin that green

And lead tha whole team

Doesnt mean you have to turn so green